Have you ever had people in your life that you can only have certain conversations with? I have a few of those people in my life… some are not in my life anymore because of this. I find it difficult to have relationships with people who I feel like I can’t be myself around; I have to censor what I say or the topics I talk about. I have one friend I CHOOSE not to talk about The Handsome One (T.H.O.) to because I know they are disapproving of interracial relationships. I can’t talk to some people about the gym or a way of eating. I can only talk to certain people about my intuition. I have to remember what I can say to which people. It’s easier to not have to worry about this but it’s not worth being friendless so I don’t really think about it too much. Recently I had an experience with a friend and it triggered all of this.
I had mentioned that I was going to the gym and my timing on the bike was improving. I’m really proud of myself and I felt like I could talk about it with this person. This person’s reaction was nothing I was expecting. If you know me, you know I’m not someone who fishes for compliments. I was expecting an “oh that’s good,” reaction. Something simple and vague that at least acknowledges I was speaking about something. Instead, this person said, “So you’re trying to get back in shape?” I was a bit thrown off by this because I have never been in shape… unless round is a shape. I asked what they meant because I have never been in shape to get back to it. They mentioned that I was more in shape before the wedding and after that I stopped caring. I knew in this moment I could no longer talk to this person about my weight or diet or anything to do with my health. I don’t think they meant it to be rude by any means but it didn’t feel good. Why? I told them I wrote a blog about that issue after the wedding and this person is also totally not interested in my blog so it was a wave of the hand to that comment. I felt totally disregarded. I didn’t even know what to say. It’s not like I’ve gained 25 pounds since September.
It wasn’t until the next morning I was able to put the pieces together… kind of. I was texting T.H.O. about it. I realized I felt defensive and ashamed. Why? This person’s statement wasn’t untrue. I wrote in a blog that it was a struggle for me after I met the goal of the dress for the wedding. Why did it bother me so much for someone to say it? Maybe because it wasn’t a welcomed comment? I felt defensive because I was put on blast as if I didn’t already know it. I felt shame because… I still don’t know… maybe it’s embarrassment? I don’t know. It really bothers me though because I don’t need someone telling me that I stopped caring about what I ate. I ALREADY KNOW THAT. No one wants to be told, “You lost control of your diet. You turned into a fatass. Time to get back on track.” When you’ve had problems with your weight for your whole life, any comment about anything related to weight loss can trigger this feeling if it isn’t initiated by the overweight person or with a person they’re comfortable with. I felt like I had to defend myself, I had to explain myself. TO WHO!!?? No freaking way. I don’t have to explain my choices to ANYONE so I stopped talking about it. It’s no one’s business what I choose to eat and when. If I want to stop eating effing salad two times a day, that’s my choice. If I wanted to stop eating well so I could enjoy the holidays, MY CHOICE. If I want to eat a tub of ice cream at midnight and then go right to bed, that’s MY CHOICE. Don’t you DARE judge me for that. That’s what this person did. I felt judged for a choice I made in my life. If I have a handful of almonds and then two tiny snickers don’t look at me with judgment in your eyes thinking, “I don’t know how you plan to lose weight eating like that.” Mind your own business.
Now onto what I’m super pumped about, the gym. WHAT?! Yeah, I. Just. Said. That. I started on the treadmill a few weeks ago and I felt like it was total torture. One day I was feeling super lazy so I thought I’ll get on a bike. I could text, watch youtube, check Facebook, watch tv… so much easier. I was in heaven. This is how my progress has gone:
- December 19: 7 miles in 56 minutes (8:01 mile). I didn’t feel well I really was pushing myself.
- December 23: 9 miles in 57 minutes (6:20 mile). I set a goal to ride 8 miles in 45 minutes or 10 in an hour. I hit 9 miles and called it for the night since I knew I wouldn’t hit 10 miles.
- December 27: 10.01 miles in 60 minutes (6:00 mile) I was determined to do 10 miles in an hour. I hit 10 miles with 6 seconds left.
- January 3: 11.22 miles in 1:00:20 (5:23 mile) I’m pumped my minute times are falling drastically and I keep adding mileage
- January 5: 5.31 miles in 28:24 (5:21 mile) I started on the elliptical and did a 13:25 minute mile. I wanted to go home.
- January 7: 13.51 miles in 1:02:00 (4:35 mile) WHAT?! I was texting T.H.O. updates on my miles as I knocked them out. I was sooo excited!
- January 9: 14 miles in 1:03:00 (4:30 mile) satisfactory performance.
This is literally all of my gym activity since I started going. You can see in 7 visits, I cut my time almost in half. I don’t know what my plan is. I want to start running and I know it will be like starting over but I see these results and I think if I could do this in 7 visits, how hard can it be to run on a treadmill? My breathing was the issue when I would run. Bestie taught me some key elements and I had to really think about it to make sure I was doing it right. On the bike I still have to think about it but the exercise doesn’t feel like torture so I’m more likely to stick it out. The other thing I changed was my music. It’s amazing how it’s so much easier with the right music. So a few more times on the bike I feel like I’ll be ready to move on… trade up. We’ll see how ambitious I feel next week. Anyone have any advice? Suggestions? Support? I know I have several athletic readers… triathletes, marathoners… I feel like I was born to run… and by jingo, I’m going to run.